¹⁶ I loathe my life; I would not live forever.
    Let me alone, for my days are a breath.^(A)

¹⁹ Will you not look away from me for a while,
    let me alone until I swallow my spittle?

²⁷ If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint;
    I will put off my sad countenance and be of good cheer,’